Tuesday, 29 May 2007
06:41:05 AM (GMT)
I was siting on the stairs
Depressed and playing with my messed up hair.
Alone and being made fun of yet again.
Alone because I have no true friends.
Being made fun of because of my race.
Because no one wanted to see my face.
Because I was hated once before.
And now to me, people have shut the door.
Best friend betrays when she moved away.
Trying to get through another hard day.
Pointed and ignored and in an awkward position.
Knowing I am betrayed is my intuition.
So on that day, as i sat on the stairs alone.
You sat next to me playing with your cell phone.
You were the first to say hi to me.
I thought I was seriously dreaming.
Finally, a person to talk to the one who is ignored.
As the days went on, no more lonely tears poured.
Thank You for being there for me on the day I wanted to cry.
Now, since you came, Each day I will try.
I will try to live to the fullest.
Make each day worth it.
So, though I was betrayed once before.
You were the one to re-open my closed door.
If anyone steals, this, you'll be reported.
Based on my 1st real true friend, Justin Castellon